There was once a time that traffic cones roamed free, unfettered
by the demands of commerce and construction. Blissfully unaware of the ways
of man, they wandered the meadows and the valleys. Then a great roaring beast
overtook them, a beast that cried for asphalt and demanded miles and miles
of roads. This beast was the automobile, and it was fed by man. Man enslaved
the traffic cone and forced it to labor on the hot black asphalt, forced it
to feed the growling metal beast. Many brave cones were felled by its careless
fenders and squealing tires. Many cones worked hard, only to be discarded
when they grew less bright . It is time to stop this enslavement. Cones must
roam free again. The Cone Liberation Organization vows to fight against cone
exploitation. The CLO will not rest until every cone is free.